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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ Cas, he is not toking up right here, right now. ]

You're not gonna share just to get me to put on a mask.

[ He's pretty sure he's right on that count. But goddammit, he doesn't want to spend an hour here arguing about something this stupid, he'll just put it on. Though he'll look really fucking perturbed about it. ]

[ why the hell not it's always blaze o'clock ]

Well, I guess we won't find out if I would've, huh?

[ because look, he's putting it on!! cas cracks right into a big, broad grin, slipping his hands into his pockets to lean in close and squint, then walk a half-circle around dean to survey him from all angles. ]

You look badass.

[ Yeah no, he thinks you're full of shit.

But he does manage to keep it on for a good few seconds, at least before Cas starts cruising him, at which point he skitters the thing off with no small amount of awkwardness. Does he really have to wear this. Are you going to harass him if he doesn't. ]

I already look badass. [ lookit him being witty. ]

[ look he is a lover not a fighter, and sharing is caring okay, we can totally pass a joint back and forth, he's not as protective of his shit as you are

also he is definitely going to harass you yeah ]

Well, you're half right.

[ cas says, with a grin. ]

You gonna get it?

[ get iiiiiit ]

[ Don't you judge him for hiding his whiskey. It doesn't grow on trees.

But no goddd, he doesn't want to stand here bitching about this. And he doesn't want to spend the rest of the day being nagged, so really- ]

Fine. But you're sharing.

[ Does he have to legit fork over money for this. When was the last time he even paid for anything. ]

[ dude there are bars on the ships relax ur ass ]

I already told you I would!

[ he's snatching up the mask from dean's hand to pay for it, because he's loaded, bruh, let him do you this solid. ]

[ Feisty much!! But great, he's just so enthused about having to deal with this mask bullshit. That doesn't mean he doesn't... weirdly appreciate it or something, not that he even remotely wanted Cas to pay for it.

Just so unsure of himself.

Though at least he waits for Cas to give him back the mask without looking completely bemused. ] Don't we make a pretty picture.

[ feisty ALWAYS who u kiddin. either way, he's glad to pay for it, it's not like cas spends his money on anything beyond food and booze, and cheap space drugs. he's a man of simple needs.

he drops the mask back into dean's oh-so eager hands. ]

We always do.

[ Oh yeah, call him Mr. Eager. Goddd, now he has to legitimately wear this, doesn't he. So he can not end up disgustingly ill, which he really doesn't want but... life is a hard place. Oh well. Could be worse. ]

Tell me about it. [ But no, more like help him figure out which direction to go in next. He sure does prefer when he knows the lay of the land. ] You been around the block yet?

[ yup you sure do, don't worry we're gonna look so good on the paintball field, so fierce and badass. it'll be worth it, don't complain. ]

Oh yeah, I've been down here for awhile.

[ while you've been rotting on the marsiva he's been gettin' busy. ]

[ He nods for a second because that's not surprising. ]

Find anything? [ -to do, to eat, to forage for WHO THE HELL KNOWS. Hiking the mask up under one arm, he roots around in his jacket with one hand hand before coming up with a napkin barely containing so many fucking cookies. This is probably Dean speak for i brought you things, now can we explore? ]

[ omg cookies COOKIES he has found such a love in his heart for cookies since the marsiva man. and those might be a day or so old but hell no you won't hear him complaining.

here's his happy sound, dean, while he snags those right outta your big meaty hands. ]

Not really. There's stuff to do here, though, enough to keep you busy.

[ ALL FOR CAS, yeah yeah, he's happy you're happy and all that good stuff. His hand is immediately stuffed back into his pocket, looking not really any more put out than he already does.

It's not like he's actively looking to be entertained.... ]

What kind of busy?

[ excuse him while he jams a cookie into his mouth. a whole cookie. followed up by an incredibly erotic sound. cas shuts his eyes and groans happily, cheeks stuffed full. after all that gross shitty ship food, this is amaaaazing.

he answers through a full mouth. ]

You like paintball?

[ -- excuse you what wait did you ask him something, he's too busy STARING. Because he can. That cookie was in no way that good, Cas. There is no way!!

Uh, right. Moving on... there was a question somewhere in there, and. Oh. ]

Do you even have to ask me that? [ cmon that should be like ten shades of obvious. ]

[ come on dean, you came from canned gods apocalypse hell, u kno how good a cookie can be. just wait 'til you're stuck eating those protein blocks for awhile, you'll get it. maybe.

swallowing, cas wipes his mouth on his knuckles. mmmmmmm cookie. ]

Heh, right. Well you'll have a god time, then.

[ Yeah okay, it's not even that he doesn't get it. He does. He'll leave you to your cookie enjoyment then, but you are still kind of not making any sense whatsoever. ]

I will? [ Why is he playing paintball.... well, actually- maybe he knows the answer to that question. ] This one of those games people were trying to tell me about?

[ it's difficult, but he's going to have some self-control here and not inhale the rest of these cookies so that they last a little longer. wrapping them back up, he stuffs the rest into his pockets. ]

Well, if not, at least you'll be good at it. And yeah, the war games. There's a bunch of 'em, boxing and wrestling, racing, strategy games.. decent ways to pass the time.

[ Yes please do, before Dean has a coronary.

But he does at least look.. somewhat pleased (read: interested) by this idea. Because if fighting is an event already here, then consider him signed the hell up. It's not like their whole life hasn't been one whole goddamn boxing tournament, but really, Dean could use the opportunity to beat someone's face in right about now. Or beat everyone's ass at a round of paintball ]

Where do I sign up.

[ yeah he knows you, bb, he know what u like. ]

Heh, all over. Depends on which one you're interested it.

[ ssssshut up. ]

Anything that doesn't take strategy. [ Because he's had enough of sucking at life, let him just shoot something for shits and giggles. ]

[ no u!! ]

Heh, can do. C'mon, let's go shoot some scrubs.

[ LET'S GO, BUDDY. ]

Here's hoping not everyone sucks.

[ Yes okay he'll follow you, don't get uppity about it. ]

[ you're a true joy to be around, dean winchester, do you know that?

either way, cas is more than happy to clap him on the shoulder to guide him in the right direction, through the current building they're in, and once they reach the doors he's tugging his mask on and down, motioning for dean to do the same before he's back out in the.. fresh air.

the paintball facility's a short walk, and it takes place outdoors, but they've got to enter a small building to register, first, and get themselves suited up with the proper paintbally weaponry. so once they're inside, cas is lifting the mask back up again, propping it on his head and pulling in an breath. ]

You ready to tear some ass up, tough guy?

[ WHAT, it's not his fault that he doesn't want to take everyone down in two seconds flat..... he likes his fights to be fighty.

Dean is almost surprised that there's a whole process to this - he was halfway expecting it to be some sort of open air chaotic mess of a thing, not that he likely would've minded that either. If anything, it almost would've made more sense to him. But that might just be memories of home talking, considering they never registered for warfare, making this almost, weirdly extravagant. Or that could also just be the noxious fumes talking; Dean is not exactly the most comfortable under his mask but hell, he is trying. As much as Dean is capable of doing so. ]

Pretty sure i've been ready since I got here.

[ God he's missed carrying around a gun. And this just has the added benefit of looking like the submachine guns they carry back home. The world is not prepared for how badly Dean wants to rumble. ]

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